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The lion sensed a gentle aura, the crimson in its eyes gradually faded, and its body went limp. It collapsed into the cage with a thud, though its chest was still heaving violently.

Hot Sand exclaimed "Wow!" and tried to go forward to take a look, but Mad Lion suddenly turned its head away, its eyes flashing red light again, and let out a fierce roar, which frightened her so much that she quickly pulled her foot back.

"How much?" Cheng asked the man, looking up at him.

The man clicked his tongue: "400 million."

"What? That's so expensive?" Hot Sand jumped up. "What kind of dog costs 400 million? We can't afford that!"

The man glanced at her: "This is a purebred Tibetan Mastiff. If you had come a week earlier, you might not have even gotten 1500 million. If this hadn't happened, I would never have sold it."

Yang Mi tugged at Resha and said softly, "Don't make such a fuss. Purebred Tibetan Mastiffs are indeed valuable; some people would buy them for fifty or sixty million."

Cheng nodded, took the bag Yang Mi carried with her, and took out three gold bars from it—he had casually put them in that morning, each weighing a full 2,500 grams.

He placed the gold bars on the ground and pushed them in front of the man: "Is this enough? This is all I have."

The man stared wide-eyed at the gleaming gold bars on the ground—he had never seen anyone pay with gold bars in his entire life.

He picked one up, weighed it in his hand, took a bite, and to make sure it was real, he nodded quickly: "Enough! Enough, enough, enough!"

Cheng raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you afraid the gold bars are fake?"

The man chuckled: "With Miss Fan and Miss Yang here, how could they possibly be short of money?"

Yang Mi laughed upon hearing this: "So you recognized us all along? I thought you were hiding us quite well."

"I didn't dare to recognize you until you spoke, but as soon as you opened your mouth, I knew it was Miss Yang."

The man smiled particularly attentively, "Miss Fan is even more beautiful in person than on TV."

Cheng Yi reached his hand through the gap in the cage bars and touched the lion's large paw. A wisp of immortal energy quietly flowed into its body, stabilizing its waning life force.

[System notification: Godzilla's soul has begun to merge with the physical body; fusion will last for 12 hours.]

The lion groaned contentedly, tilted its head, and fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Yi stood up and said to Fan Binbin, "Send it to your villa, prepare some fresh raw meat, and I'll go over to make arrangements first thing tomorrow morning."

Fan Binbin looked at the Tibetan Mastiff, which was half his height, and felt a little intimidated. He walked up to the man and asked, "Could you sell me this steel cage and the stun gun as well?"

The man quickly waved his hand: "It's yours! I'll have someone use a forklift to load the cage onto the truck and deliver it to you right away!"

He then called over several workers to get to work.

Yang Mi checked the time: "Then you guys go back first, Cheng Yi and I will come over after we finish recording the show."

She and Cheng Yi said goodbye to everyone, and strolled hand in hand through the flower, bird, fish and insect market, looking at the colorful tropical fish and playing with the parrots in the cages. It wasn't until it was almost time to record the show that they drove to the studio near Dashilan.

The studio for "I Don't Think You Have a Chance" was located inside Zeyue Culture Media Company. As soon as you entered, you saw Yi Yi, a host from Zhejiang TV, standing at the door in a smart suit. Upon seeing the two of them, she immediately bowed and greeted them with a smile: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Cheng, it's been a long time."

In today's entertainment industry, who doesn't know about Yang Mi's "feat" the night before? Not only did she spend 3000 million yuan to bid for a dzi bead, but Su Mang, who is known as the "fashion godmother," was also in the limelight at a charity gala the night before. However, she was fired early the next morning and left in a sorry state.

Not to mention the mysterious man behind her, who dared to say in front of half the entertainment industry that "if your net worth isn't in the eleven figures, you're not worthy of his acquaintance," and then turned around and fired Su Mang with just one sentence.

Today, the hashtags Yang Mi, Su Mang, and eleven-figure net worth dominated Weibo's trending topics all day, sparking countless speculations.

Even Wang Sisong, the son of Wanda Group's chairman who is known as the "Disciplinary Committee of the Entertainment Industry," left a comment under the trending topic: "Work hard! Strive! Launch an attack towards eleven figures."

In the evening, Qin Fen was involved in a car accident in the Central Ring Road while driving his Ferrari, which was worth more than 2000 million yuan. Fortunately, he was unharmed and was even photographed by passersby calmly playing on his phone. Two hours later, the incident became a trending topic on social media.

Wang Sisong replied below: "You're much faster than me, be careful!"

Qin Fen replied with the word "Get lost," which drew a lot of ridicule from netizens.

Backstage, in the waiting room, Yang Mi was scrolling through her phone when she saw these two trending topics. She couldn't help but pull Cheng Yi over: "Look, Qin Fen got into a car accident, and Wang Sisong and Qin Fen are arguing again."

Cheng Yi leaned over for a look and laughed, "It's good that everyone's alright, haha."

Yang Mi casually posted this sentence under Wang Sicong's comment.

A few minutes later, Qin Fen replied: "That 'get lost' refers to the guy surnamed Wang. Sister-in-law, just laugh it off and ignore him."

Cheng Yi looked at the screen and couldn't help but chuckle—this circle is really lively.

Yi Yi watched the two interact from the side, secretly amazed, but still maintained a polite smile on her face: "Mr. Yang, Mr. Cheng, it will be your turn soon. Shall I take you to the waiting area?"

Yang Mi put away her phone and nodded: "Okay."

Cheng Yi straightened his clothes and followed Yang Mi to the side of the stage—he wanted to see what this talent show was all about.

The studio lights suddenly focused on the center of the stage, where host Yi Yi, dressed in a sharp suit, held the microphone and announced loudly: "Thank you Vivo smartphones for your strong support of this program! 'I See You Have No Chance,' please welcome the next group of contestants—Cheng Yi!"

Yang Mi waved her hand from the side platform, a mischievous smile in her eyes.

Cheng Yi took a deep breath, stepped onto the stage, and the spotlight shone on him, making his shadow appear long and slender.

His video started playing on the big screen, showing his slightly immature appearance: "My name is Cheng Yi. I live in Beijing and am a 'double-nothing' person, with neither a house nor money. After graduating from university, I found a stable job, worked for a year, and then quit. I wandered around in society for more than half a year before I got an acting opportunity by chance. I entered the film industry in a daze and filmed a movie."

This film hasn't been released yet, but the response has been good. To be honest, I'm a little worried about coming to the show to be tested by the four mentors, afraid that my limited skills won't meet their standards. I can only borrow a line from a Stephen Chow movie—"Work hard! Strive!"

As the VCR ended, Cheng Yi stood in the center of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the four mentors below: Yuan Long was wearing a dark blue Tang suit with slightly rolled-up cuffs, exuding the air of a master; Director Feng Dagang was wearing a casual suit, squinting at him with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Guoli wore a modified Zhongshan suit in a casual style, exuding both elegance and approachability; the only female mentor, Li Binbin, wore a black off-shoulder dress, showcasing her beautiful shoulder and neck lines, and her elegant posture exuded a powerful aura.

He bowed slightly: "Greetings, four mentors. My name is Cheng Yi, and I am currently residing in the capital."

Yuan Long and Li Binbin clearly recognized him, exchanged a smile, and remained silent.

Zhang Guoli spoke first, his tone filled with curiosity: "Hey, why do I feel like you're not nervous at all when you go on stage?"

Cheng Yi touched the tip of his nose and laughed, "How could I not be nervous? My palms were sweating before I went on stage."

Feng Dagang leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, and suddenly burst out laughing. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes crinkled together, and he looked at Yuan Long with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Is this the person that Big Brother specifically requested to see? I knew you were in a different mood today. Turns out you're a star with real skills who's about to take the stage."

Yuan Long sat up straight, the lapel of his Tang suit swaying slightly with his movement. He nodded, his tone shifting abruptly from casual to serious: "That's right. A few days ago, the assistant director rushed into my dressing room with a tablet, saying, 'Brother Long, look! This young man has real skills!'"

I was thinking to myself, what's real kung fu? There are so many flashy moves in the film industry these days, even the most authentic ones can't compare to the real kung fu I've earned through years of hard work and experience. After all, I'm the true embodiment of 'real kung fu'.

The last self-deprecating remark made the audience burst into laughter, and the applause surged like a tide, making everyone's ears ring.

Yuan Long and the others' laughter subsided slightly, then their tone abruptly changed. The smiles on their faces faded, and their expressions turned serious: "But after actually watching that video, I was truly stunned. The scene immediately reminded me of forty years ago, when my senior brother and I first entered the film set—back then, what special effects props did we have?"

The wooden planks were real, the bricks were solid, and even the fighting sticks were made of hardwood cut from old locust trees. What did it feel like to be hit? Excruciating pain! Sometimes, a single blow would leave your back bruised and purple for half a month. What to do about the pain? Endure it! If you can't handle it, don't be a stuntman.

He pointed at Cheng Yi on the stage, a genuine admiration flashing in his eyes: "So when I saw the video, he smashed the wooden table leg with one punch, and the cracks in the wood and the flying splinters were clearly visible; when he kicked the stair railing, the railing with nails crashed to the ground with a 'bang'; and when he flipped down from a height, landing solidly on the concrete floor, the dust he kicked up made people cough—I could tell at a glance that it was all real, without the slightest bit of fakery."

“I told the assistant director right away, ‘We must bring this person to see me.’ Later, I called and found out that he wasn’t a professional actor at all; he was just helping a friend out and had a cameo role in ‘Lost in Thailand.’”

Yuan Long's tone carried a hint of relief, "So when the production team said they could invite him, I agreed without hesitation. In the acting industry, there are plenty of good-looking actors who can cry and laugh, but very few who can truly put in the hard work to develop solid skills. Cheng Yi, welcome to the show."

All four mentors clapped at the same time, with Zhang Guoli's clapping being particularly loud. Even Li Binbin abandoned his usual elegance and clapped his hands together forcefully.

Although a few audience members hadn't seen the video yet, Yuan Long's words piqued their curiosity, and they joined in the enthusiastic applause, whispering among themselves, wondering, "What video could it be that made Brother Long praise it so much?"

Zhang Guoli raised his hand and pressed down to signal everyone to be quiet. He cleared his throat and laughed, "I guess many of you are just as puzzled as I am. We've only heard Brother Long talk about it, but we haven't seen it ourselves. Director, could you please play that video so we can see for ourselves?"

The big screen lit up with a "whoosh," and a clip from "Too Laughing" began to play: Cheng Yi, with dark skin and wearing a flashy shirt, first imitated Bruce Lee's shout at the camera, and his "ah-da" was very well imitated. Then he punched a wooden table with a crisp "crack," and the table leg broke off, sending wood chips flying far away.

He turned and kicked the stair railing, sending the thick wooden railing flying through the air in an arc before crashing to the ground with a dull thud. The most astonishing moment was the last scene: he was kicked off the stairs by Sha Gen, who sent him tumbling through the air in a beautiful backflip without any safety measures, before he landed heavily on the ground with a loud thud, sending dust billowing up like a veil over the ground.

"Oh—!" A gasp of realization rippled through the audience as many recognized the scene, whispering amongst themselves, "So that's it! I thought the fight scene was so realistic!"

"Absolutely! I felt pain just watching that fall!"

The applause was even louder than before, and some people even whistled.

Zhang Guoli looked at Cheng Yi, his smile blooming like a chrysanthemum: "Cheng Yi, you're much fairer than in the video. Did you deliberately tan back then?"

Cheng Yi touched his cheek and laughed, "It's not from the sun. The stylist did my makeup to make me look like a Thai person. They applied a thick layer of black powder, otherwise I wouldn't look like a Muay Thai fighter from Bangkok."

Feng Dagang squinted at him, as if examining a work of art, and suddenly said, "But to be honest, the distribution of your facial features, especially your ears, with their thick rims and slightly rounded tips, really does look a bit like a Thai person."

Cheng Yi chuckled twice and scratched his head: "Back when I was in school, someone said the same thing, that if I wore a sari, I could go straight to a temple in Thailand and become a monk."

This made the mentors laugh again, and Feng Dagang followed up with, "What about your parents? Do they also have Thai features?"

Cheng Yi's smile faded slightly. She shook her head, her tone as calm as a deep pool: "I don't know. I grew up in an orphanage and have never met my parents."

The stage fell silent instantly, and even the audience below seemed to have been muted, with only the faint sound of the air conditioning vents remaining.

The four mentors looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhang Guoli was the first to realize what had happened, and he slapped his forehead in annoyance, saying apologetically, "Oh dear, look at my mouth. I'm so sorry, I brought up your difficulties."

Cheng Yi laughed instead, her tone more relaxed than before, with a hint of self-deprecation: "It's not that serious. So many years have passed, I'm used to it."

He paused, then suddenly changed the subject, a sly glint in his eyes. "Hey, how about this? I'll cry a couple of times and tell you a tragic story about how I was bullied in the orphanage when I was little. Would you just let me pass?"

The four mentors were taken aback at first, then burst into even louder laughter.

Li Binbin laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking, and waved his hand, saying, "Cheng Yi, you must have come to the wrong studio. This is 'I See You Have No Chance,' not 'The Voice of China'—that show is all about this kind of tear-jerking routine."

The audience burst into laughter, and the slight embarrassment from before vanished, the atmosphere becoming lively again.